often people ask me, “why do
you smoke?”
truthfully I don’t have an answer
for them,
except because the earth is sometimes
and can be hurtful beyond compare.
so because hurting in a good way
is better than hurting in a bad way
I indulge in the numbness of my heart.
inhaling the ugliness, the distaste,
surrenderance to the things permanent.
solemn by the end of my cigarette
I raise a white flag in honor of life;
in honor of creation and nature
as well as hot embers and destruction.
during the nicotine it’s beautiful,
infinite and passive and holistic.

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